Lin An's past was always oppressive, arising from his weakness.
He was powerless against the Witch-hunting Knights; all he could do was to run and run again. He couldn't contend with those powerful wizards but could only resort to clever use of his spirit.
Yet he knew that not every escape attempt would be successful. Whether it was Zhuang, who constantly focused on researching and upgrading his hunting methods against him, or the hunting marks displayed by Feng Xin, they all reminded him of this.
And on the wizards' side, it was the same. Innate witchcraft wouldn't reveal a dark gold statue, and a powerful wizard would never give him enough time to reach for the dark gold statue floating in the air.
But now it was different!
It was so different!
Lin An truly felt an urge to weep for joy; he had finally reached this step!
How incredibly challenging it had been, every single step was so hard.
It was just too hard for him!
